[The turtle's just glad that Wheeljack isn't asking for further explanation. The mission had been weeks ago but things are still too fresh and easily brought to mind if he lets himself think about it. And he'd rather not think about it. But he's had a lot of things to do to keep himself busy, preparations for another but hopefully less intense mission.

At least Wheeljack takes a moment to rest, and Donnie's only glad he hadn't repurposed that extending slab for storage or something else so that he had a place to offer him to sit at all. He looks up at Wheeljack, concerned that he's even being shown such vulnerability. The other had made such a fuss that time, after all.]

You're leaving him? [A frown then.] I'm not going to say no, but... if it's potentially not safe for him, I have to wonder about how safe it is for you. Not to mention when are you planning to have to assist with this "complicated matter," because you don't look like you're in any shape to be doing complicated things.